A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

was the one who picked the name

simple building with windows

cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow

in a room all year round, no matter

outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

had almost

He had lived two months

with a glass of water and medicine

medicine,” Peter reminded him in

Mark seemed like he had not heard

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must

when

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

her favorite food,”

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

this, he began to fumble in his

stopped and shook

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if

I better not call her,”

give

stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him and swallowed

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

Mark looked sideways at

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

doctor had almost

He had lived two months longer than

a glass of water

for you to take the medicine,”

like he had not

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s

when he

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

favorite food,” Mark

he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

this, he began to

he stopped and shook his

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

call her,” he

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

medicines from him and swallowed them without

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

was done, Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

was much

look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle

Cecilia in his dream was

arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I

this point,

the hospital room were

gently closed his

needed to have

he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life

buy the pumpkin pies

a plump foreign nurse was

return home. He missed

Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

couldn’t change

never give up as long as he was

hate him, even if he wouldn’t

was determined to stay strong

was finding it difficult to go back

and started to

he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of

go there because he

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

back to the hospital

a snowstorm on his

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss

planes Mark had been

arranged the paper planes and smiled at

of

Mark only actually took a Little

not more than

put down the spoon because he

narrowed his eyes and looked

want to go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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But he could see that Mark

Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

around

looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

you,” Peter urged

into

silly boy,” he

it might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international

voice sounded

gave birth to a

birth to a girl that

so violently that he couldn’t say

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope

for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

of

Mark sniffed and put

of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak to

what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two

“What happened?” he asked.

the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up

to hear this and he did a fist pump

great,” he said

good sign on the first day of the new year.

stroke one of

fly back home

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glance would

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